I haven’t posted in a while so this is where I’m at. I am happy that chemo is almost over. I am sad that my family has to go through this. My mom and my sisters because they already went through it with Sharon with not so good results, and for my husband and kids who have to have a “sick mom” and watch my misery when I am not having a good day. I am frustrated that I get tired just walking up the stairs. That is why my laundry is suffering. I went down to look for warm socks for Jeff to wear to work and broke a sweat rummaging through the laundry basket! I am mad that I have gained more than 10 pounds from the steroids and from being in “chemo pause”. And as my friend Kim from Jland put it, I am PISSED that I have breast cancer! I am also angry that anyone has to have their life disrupted by cancer. The treatment, the side effects, the emotional state it puts you, your friends and your family through. And the surgeries, the constant, doctor appointments, shots and tests. But ...
My experience with Breast Cancer, what it was like when I found out I had cancer, my journey through treatment, and my life as a survivor. Fast forward to 2018... My journey into treatment again eleven years later.